You're a hard act to follow Such a fine lookin' fellow I hear your bell's yellow You're a hard act to swallow It kind of makes me sick The way you turn those tricks Come on and light it up I want to feel the rush I'll be shooting for thrills When I walk out that door You say it's hard to care anymore Kills, thrills and Sunday pills I"m on a mission to kill Still 'cause nothin' thrills You're hooked on coke and hoochie I want my milk and cookies You know you're wife looked pretty I think you're wife looked pretty I'll be shootin' for thrills When I walk out that door You say it's hard to care anymore Kills, thrills and Sunday pills I"m on a mission to kill Still 'cause nothin' thrills I can't help missin' you still Well, I always will Kills, thrills and Sunday pills Alright I'll be shootin' for thrills When I walk out that door Don't turn around and say You need me anymore Poppin' pieces of pills Up off the lounge room floor You say it's hard to care anymore Kills, thrills and Sunday pills I"m on a mission to kill Still 'cause nothin' thrills I can't help missin' you still Well I always will Kills, thrills and Sunday pills Alright © EMI MUSIC PUB. AUSTRALIA PTY. LTD; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com